I was just a little boy when Apollo 11 launched on its way to the moon, but I followed every detail.
The space program had my complete attention. I had just discovered Star Trek and I was completely certain that I would one day follow my heroes — real and fictitious — to the stars.
I watched the launch of Apollo 11 with the rest of the world. We all followed the flight nervously for four days. Late at night on July 20, 1969, I was glued to our television to watch Neil Armstrong become the first man to walk on the moon.
I was ecstatic. Next we would fly to Mars. Then to other planets. By the time I grew up, we would move on to conquer outer space. Big things were about to happen. And I would be a part of it.
I recently watched the documentary “Apollo 11,” which used never-before-seen film of the mission. The film was breathtaking to me. It made me really emotional. As I watched these engineers and technicians make this amazing achievement happen, I found myself thinking, “These are my people. These nerds are my tribe. At heart, I’m one of them.”

Why fixate on nationality, religion and ethnicity of some mass killers?
We’re often oblivious to what matters in life until it’s too late
It can take a lifetime of work to overcome abusive ‘programming’
The child in me never learned to feel at home as part of a group
When the night is dark and quiet, my open heart expects a miracle
We can’t really change people, even if they offer us the control
Real love is spiritual experience that connects me to the cosmos
If abortion is just simple choice, why is killing babies for gender bad?
Where are Obama’s tears when he’s the one killing innocent children?